They surrounded me right after the breakup.

Jiang Han patted Li Jiaqi on the shoulder.

Then he took out a folded piece of paper from the inside pocket of his suit.

Draft of artist management contract.

There aren't many terms, but each one is clearly marked.

Contract term, revenue sharing ratio, liability for breach of contract, platform restrictions.

Jiang Han placed the contract on Li Jiaqi's lap.

"We'll consider this contract after your contract with Jiaming expires."

"Star Moon is planning to sign you!"

Li Jiaqi looked down at the contract and froze.

The gap between him and Jiang Han is equivalent to dozens of Jiaming Media companies.

On one side is a young live streamer who has only recently entered the industry.

On one side is the boss who runs the entertainment empire, Star Moon Media.

The other party was actually able to set aside their status and attitude and have a dialogue with me as an equal.

This was simply unbelievable to Li Jiaqi.

Jiang Han plans to sign Li Jiaqi to a 30-year contract to firmly hold onto his personal brand.

More importantly, we need to guide and educate him at key junctures to prevent him from going down the wrong path again.

In the livestreaming industry, it's better to say less than to say the wrong thing.

Essentially, it involves monetizing the platform's resources.

If one is not careful, one could be blocked by an invisible force, and all previous efforts would be in vain.

Li Jiaqi was deeply moved by Jiang Han's emphasis on talent and agreed on the spot.

After all the group discussions and conversations were over, Jiang Han asked Liu Meng to inform everyone.

He's treating us to dinner tonight.

More than 100 people stormed into a nearby Sichuan restaurant.

We booked several private rooms.

After the dinner, several bold female anchors approached Jiang Han.

Wang Xiaoli changed out of the dress she wore in the afternoon.

Wear a black bodycon mini skirt.

The skirt hem only reaches mid-thigh, and the waistline is extremely narrow.

Two long, straight legs were encased in thin, sheer black stockings.

The light cast a delicate glow on the curve of the calf.

Several tall girls who had been assigned to the stockings group that afternoon stood behind her.

She stood tall and straight, wearing stiletto heels.

A female news anchor with dyed blonde hair squeezed to the front row, wearing a red sequined halter dress.

"Boss, wanna go to karaoke after dinner?"

"Karaoke is too boring, let's go to a bar."

Jiang Han didn't care and simply waved his hand dismissively.

"Okay, you guys pick the place."

"President Jiang, you make the choice."

Jiang Han didn't refuse again and chose a nightclub called Neon Harbor.

I transferred the taxi fare to them without thinking.

The girl looked down at the transfer amount, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Boss, did you add an extra zero?"

Several female anchors nearby gathered around upon hearing this.

They all gasped when they saw the amount.

Wang Xiaoli reacted the fastest, grabbing Jiang Han's arm.

"Boss, I can also take a taxi, I only need half the fare."

She was so excited that she lost all sense of propriety, and the deep cleavage of her chest pressed against her through the fabric of her sundress.

The other female anchors chimed in.

Some whistled, some clapped.

Liu Meng stood on the outside of the crowd, looking at Jiang Han who was surrounded by the female anchors, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

Traffic is lighter in Gyeongju at night.

The journey was smooth and unobstructed.

Jiang Han arrived first in a Maybach with Liu Meng and Shen Qingning.

Standing at the entrance of Neon Harbor, waiting for the others.

Young men and women gathered at the entrance.

She was dressed fashionably, showing off her long, white legs.

A woman with heavy makeup walked over in high heels.

Her perfume smelled so strong it was pungent.

She stopped in front of Jiang Han and looked him up and down.

"Handsome, are you here alone? Want to grab a drink?"

Jiang Han was too lazy to bother with it.

He glanced to the side.

Liu Meng understood immediately and took a step forward.

She reached out and took Jiang Han's left arm, the movement perfectly natural.

She turned her head slightly to look at the woman who had approached her.

There was no defiant expression on his face; he simply stood there quietly.

Before long, Wang Xiaoli arrived with a large group of people.

Dozens of female anchors filed out of several vans.

Most of them came from the borderline squad that had just been established that afternoon.

It has a powerful aura.

As he walked by, passersby unconsciously stepped aside.

Several members of the visual impact group were at the forefront.

All-natural, with no artificial additives.

The tall girl in the stockings group followed behind.

They are all over 1.7 meters tall.

Black suspender stockings, red fishnet stockings, and sheer white stockings.

The style of the leg wraps on each person's legs is different.

Dozens of people walked into the bar together.

Several young men passing by all stopped in their tracks.

"Who are these women? They don't look like they're from the atmosphere group."

"I've never seen such an exaggerated scene, everyone surrounding one man."

"Stop talking, most people couldn't withstand those few big mines."

"It's good to be rich!"

The bartender quickly came to greet them.

Those with sharp eyes recognized Jiang Han, who was walking in the middle, as the leader.

"Sir, how many of you are there?"

"Do you have a reservation?"

"no."

The waiter quickly reached out and pushed open the inner door, gesturing for the waiter to enter.

A deafening DJ blast of music swept in.

The subwoofer's vibrations struck my heart directly.

Every beat was precise and powerful.

In the center of the hall is a huge circular dance floor.

It is surrounded by a separate VIP area.

"Pick a seat for me, price is not a concern."

Upon hearing the last few words, the waiter straightened his back even more than before.

He led the group toward the central VVIP area.

"Sir, this is our largest VIP area."

Jiang Han took the lead and sat down.

The female anchors were scrambling to get close to him.

The dim lighting combined with upbeat music gradually emboldened them.

Wang Xiaoli sat down directly next to Jiang Han on the right.

The black bodycon skirt was rolled up a bit.

Because Shen Qingning and Liu Meng were nearby.

Afraid of being kicked out, she didn't dare to get too close and only sat on the outer edge of the sofa.

The girls in the stockings group, having failed to secure the sides, immediately adopted a flanking strategy.

They sat down on a low mound directly opposite the Yangtze River.

The waiter came over with the drinks menu.

Jiang Han stopped in his tracks when he saw that he was surrounded by a group of female anchors.

He had seen many wealthy men patronizing nightclubs.

It's normal to have one or two female companions with you, but it's not uncommon to see three or four.

But like it is now.

I've never seen anyone surrounded by dozens of women before.

"Sir, what would you like to drink?"

"Give them the menu."

"Thank you, boss!"

"General Jiang is so kind!"

Neon Harbour is considered a relatively expensive nightclub in the area.

A booth requires a minimum spend of several thousand yuan, and opening a decent bottle of imported liquor can easily cost tens of thousands.

The number of times the female anchors paid to come in is very small.

The prices on the menu made them gasp in astonishment.

After flipping through the selections, I only picked out some cocktails and fruit platters; the most expensive item didn't exceed three digits.

The waiter handed the drinks menu to Jiang Han for him to look at.

They ordered only cocktails.

"I brought you all out to make everyone happy!"

"I'm chovy, I'm saving money!"